Analysis of The Sounds
Sounds in the happy morning,
Sounds in the smoke-filled gray of night,
Sounds in these maligned ears
Are fervid, are bright.
Miles and Stan make like reincarnations of pan.
The tortured soul of bird
Blows melodies, which, through some strange metamorphosis,
Still can be heard.
Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross
Wail with all their blood's force.
Captain Basie and crew blow
Thunderstorms: blue.
It's a feast! A jazz barbecue!
| Scheme | XAX AXBX BXXXC C |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1001010 10011111 101011 11011 10111111 010111 110011110100 1111 101001 111111 1010011 101 1010110 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 409 |
| Words | 68 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 3, 4, 5, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 13 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 84 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 17 |
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Submitted on October 06, 2009
Modified on March 05, 2023
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